"Yeah, that one there. There's a bar I can use." Van pointed across the shower area to one of the shower heads near a wall with a bench. He hissed a few more times getting over to the spot and his ankle was visibly swelling by then.
"Probably doing this wrong. Supposed to elevate it or something. But I don't want to go to the nurse like this." Which would mean a walk through the halls and down to the infirmary, and Van was vain enough not to want to stink. Brendan, on the other hand, Van thought, actually smelled pretty good. It reminded him of the way Gil smelled sometimes after they'd had some really intense and especially satisfying sex. Except Gil had his own type of scent and Brendan's was different.
Now was definitely not a good time to think about sex, though.
Van tossed his towel over the back of the bench and put his soap within easy reach. "Thanks. I think I got it." He let go of Brendan and leaned against the shower wall, tugging his shorts down past his knees before sitting on the bench so he could get them carefully off his throbbing ankle. His thoughts and the smell of the other boy had taken their toll, however. As he stood and used the bar to get under the shower head to turn the warm water on, he was super conscious of the fact that he was half-aroused. Van kept his back to Brendan in an attempt to hide the fact from him, but with holding onto the bar, he had to face out to get steady on one foot.
Van quickly soaped up his hair and stood under the spray, keeping an ear out to Brendan and, between rinsing and washing other parts of his body, occasionally stole a look his way.